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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.