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 Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.