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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.