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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
MDC,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.