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 France 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.