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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Dead C to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.