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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Q65,
Scion,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.