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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Nico,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.