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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.