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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.