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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.