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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.