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 Marshall Islands 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.