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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.