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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.