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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.