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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.