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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.