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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
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.