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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.