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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Smog,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.