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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.