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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.