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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.