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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.