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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.