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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.