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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.