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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.