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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.