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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.