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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.