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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Magma,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.