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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.