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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Pylon,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.