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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
X-101,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.