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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.