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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Nico,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.