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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.