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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.