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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.