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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.