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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Young Rascals 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.