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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.