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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.