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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.