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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.