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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Franke,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.