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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.