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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.