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 Panama 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.