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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.