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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Model 500,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.