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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.