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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.