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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.