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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.