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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.