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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.