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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Index,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.