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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.