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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Liliput,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.