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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.