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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.