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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.