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 San Marino and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Birthday Party to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.