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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.