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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.