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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.