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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.