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 India and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.