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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.