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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Rakim,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.