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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.