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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Organ,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.