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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Wings,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.