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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.