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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.