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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Can,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.