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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
the Normal,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.