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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.