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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.