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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.