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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.