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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.