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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Suicide,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.