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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
John Cale,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.