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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.