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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.