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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
The Litter,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Faust,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.