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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.