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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.