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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.