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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
the Association,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.