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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.