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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.