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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
New Order,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.