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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.