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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.