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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.