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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.