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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.