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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.