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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.