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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
June Days,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
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Todd Terry,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.