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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
10cc,
Monks,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.