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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.