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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.