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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.