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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.