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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
The Associates,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.