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 Panama and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
June Days,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Index,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.