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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.