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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.