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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.