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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Television,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Franke,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.