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 Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.