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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Darondo,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.