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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.