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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.