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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
June of 44,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.