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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.