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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.