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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.