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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
The Names,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.