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 Finland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Visage,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.