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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.