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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.