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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.