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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.