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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Television,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.