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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.