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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Pole,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.