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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.