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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.