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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.