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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.