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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.