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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.