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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.