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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
JFA,
The Fall,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Newcleus,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.