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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.