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 London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selecter 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Index,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.