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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.