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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
MDC,
AZ,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.