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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.