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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.