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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.