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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.