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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.