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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Young Rascals to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.