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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.