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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Index,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Faust,
UT,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Can,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.