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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.