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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
June Days,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.