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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.