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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.