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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 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 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.