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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.