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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.