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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.