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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.