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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.