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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Index,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.