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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.