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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.