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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.