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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
June Days,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.