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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
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The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Nas,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.