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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
cv313,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.