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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.