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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Brick,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Index,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.