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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Nico,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.