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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.