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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Television,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.