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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.