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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.