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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Swans,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.