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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.