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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.