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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.