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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.