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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.