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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Index,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.