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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.