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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.