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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.