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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.