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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The Move,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
the Association,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.