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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Gong,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.