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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Franke,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.