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 Sudan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Can,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.