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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
PIL,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.