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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.