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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Deakin,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.