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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.