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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.