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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Cale 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.