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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.