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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.