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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Wings 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.