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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.