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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.