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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.