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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.