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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
the Association,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.