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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 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?
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.