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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.