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 China and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
AZ,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.