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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
10cc,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.