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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.