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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.