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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Nas,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.