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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.