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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.