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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.