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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.