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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.