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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.