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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.