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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.