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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.