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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.