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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.