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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Crime,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
PIL,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.