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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.