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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
the Association,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.