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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.