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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Skarface,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.