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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.