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 Ghana and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.