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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.