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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.