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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
the Human League,
cv313,
the Association,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Organ,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.