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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Monks,
The Index,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.