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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.