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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.