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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Suicide,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.