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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.