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 France and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.