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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.