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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Vainqueur 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.