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 Comoros and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Q65,
Sparks,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.