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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.