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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.