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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.