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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.