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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.