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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.