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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.