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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.