Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.