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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.