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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Nico,
AZ,
ABBA,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.