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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rap 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.