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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.