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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.