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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.