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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.