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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.