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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.