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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.