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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.