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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.