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 Armenia and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
MC5,
Infiniti,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.