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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.