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 Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.