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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.