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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.