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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.