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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.