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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.