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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
X-101,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Faust,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.