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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.