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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.