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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Jandek,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.