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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.