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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.