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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.