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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.