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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.