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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.