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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.