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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.