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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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.