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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.