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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.