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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.