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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.