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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.