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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Organ,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.