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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Visage,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.