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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.