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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.