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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.