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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.