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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.