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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.