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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.