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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.