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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.