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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.