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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.