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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.