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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.