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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
June Days,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.