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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.