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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Cluster,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.