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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.