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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.