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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.