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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.