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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.