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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.