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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.