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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.