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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.