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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Gun Club to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.