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 Tonga and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.