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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Swans,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.