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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.