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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.