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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Trojans 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.