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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Fear,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.