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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.