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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.