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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.