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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.