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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.