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 Andorra 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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.