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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.