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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.