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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.