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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.