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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.