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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.