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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Can,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.