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 France and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.