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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.