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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.