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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Pylon,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.