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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
PIL,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.