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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.