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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.