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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
CMW,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.