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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.