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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.