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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
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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.