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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.