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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Names,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.