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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
June Days,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.