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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.