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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.