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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.