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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Organ,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.