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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.