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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.