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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
The Evens,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.