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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.