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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.