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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Section 25,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.