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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.