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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.