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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Franke,
Slave,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.