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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.