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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.