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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Can,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.