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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
New Order,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.