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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.