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 Canada 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zapp to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.