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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
AZ,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.