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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.