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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.