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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.