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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.