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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.