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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Pole,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.