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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.