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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.