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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
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.