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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.