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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.