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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.