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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 Lou Reed 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 10cc to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.