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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.