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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.