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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.