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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.