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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.