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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Magazine,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.