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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.