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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.