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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.