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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.