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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.