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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.