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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.