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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.