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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Can,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.