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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.