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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.