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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Make Up,
Monks,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.