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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.