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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.