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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.