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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.