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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.