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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.