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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.