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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.