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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.