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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.