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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
CMW,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.