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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.