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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.