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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.