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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.