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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.