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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.