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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.