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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.