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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.