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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Smog,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.