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 Panama 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.