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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.