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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.