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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.