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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
X-102,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.