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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.