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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.