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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Fall,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.