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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.