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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Fear,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.