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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.