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 Zambia and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
UT,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.