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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.