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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.