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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Crooked Eye 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.