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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.