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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Smog,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.