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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
The Martian,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.