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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.