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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.