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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.