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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
ABC,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
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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.