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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
UT,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.