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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 T. Rex 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.