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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.