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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.