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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.