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 Russia and from London.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.