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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.