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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.