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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.