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 Jordan and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.