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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.