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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Move,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.