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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.