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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.