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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.