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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Wire,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.