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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.