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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Index,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.