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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.