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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.