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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
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.