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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.