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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
UT,
World's Most,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.