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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.