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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.