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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
This Heat,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.