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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.