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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Organ,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.