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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.