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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Hoover,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.