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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
the Association,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.