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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.