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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
June Days,
Q65,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.