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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.