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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.