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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.