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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Moebius,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.