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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.