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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.