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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
the Swans,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.