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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Nico,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.