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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Little Man,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.