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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.