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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.