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 Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.