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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.