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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.