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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.