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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Magma,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.