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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Nas,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.