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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
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.