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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.