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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.