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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.