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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.