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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Scientists,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.