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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.