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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Sparks,
UT,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.