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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.