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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.