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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.