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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Index,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.