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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
New Order,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.