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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.