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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.