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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.