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 Tunisia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
UT,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.